John ?" asked the priest.
"Well, he blew in here from nowheres, bringin' a couple of trunks and a hat-box, and not much in 'em, from what Kitty says.

And he might blow out again some fine night, leavin' his own full of bricks, carting off instead some I keep on storage for my customers, full of God knows what!--but somethin' that's worth money, or they wouldn't have me take care of 'em.

There ain't nothin' to prevent him, for he's got the run of the place day and night.

And Kitty's that dead stuck on him she'll believe anything he says." Kitty wheeled around in her seat, her big strong fist tightly clinched.
"Hold your tongue, John Cleary!" she cried indignantly.

"I'd knock any man down--I don't care how big he was--that would be a-sayin' that of ye without somethin' to back it up, and that's what'll happen to ye if ye don't mend your manners.